Yashira
Impasse
Insatiable thermal discharge pounding down
Backslide
A sunlit impetus invading the sanctity of solitude
Divulge faults of shadow for promised grace
Distort identity beyond recognition
Persuasion is seeping through the freakish knots in spinal columns
This zealous lot’s awareness ebbs with passive bliss
Power in wind spread burden on the land
Overlooked by rapid eyes
Choice uncontrolled
The mind has been made
Scratching and peeling those layers of certainty
When push comes to shove we’re all victims
Victims of touch
Will the chemistry inside ever be satisfied?
Will the light that blinds stop shining?
Here we fail
Cease to feel
Here we fail
Cease to feel
Taste the need
Fail to be
Aus Songtexte Mania